Stacey sat out side with her hair flying aaround her face wildly from the wind. She was sitting about five feet from the edge of the Lake. She sat, hugging her legs, looking at the trees of the forest. The trees were thousands of different colors. Red, gold, burgandy, yellow-green, and orange. There were more, but to many to name. It was beautiful, all the different colors blended together with the winds blowing the leaves softly.